Why am I here?
What sin be so bold,
as to take away all the love one might hold?
Leave me empty.
Take from me no more.
My pain self-inflicted uncontrollably soars.
Why are you here?
With whose eyes do you see,
as to compound each vision of undesirable me?
Leave me empty.
Take from me no more.
Your cup runneth over.
You've evened the score.
How can they judge me?
By whose book do they rule?
There is strength in the masses,
their hate ignites fuel.
Leave me empty.
Take from me no more.
This shell that I live in,
has now locked the door.
Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 3:21 PM UTC
Why am I here?
What sin be so bold,
as to take away all the love one might hold?
Leave me empty.
Take from me no more.
My pain self-inflicted uncontrollably soars.
Why are you here?
With whose eyes do you see,
as to compound each vision of undesirable me?
Leave me empty.
Take from me no more.
Your cup runneth over.
You've evened the score.
How can they judge me?
By whose book do they rule?
There is strength in the masses,
their hate ignites fuel.
Leave me empty.
Take from me no more.
This shell that I live in,
has now locked the door.
LoriJean Vance Copyright 04.25.98
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